Feng Luo slowly sat up against the dense fog, and then bent his knees. After turning into a half-squat position, his legs slowly exerted force, and he stood up straight.

"It's just an illusion, no matter how real an illusion is, it's fake after all. Even if you dig out the memories of the past, they are already in the past. If people want to live, they must move forward!" Feng Luo said to himself as well as to others.

Feng Luo's back was covered with sweat, and the inner struggle was far more tiring than the use of techniques. The slightest carelessness will lead to a nervous breakdown and a madman! He was able to survive because of his tenacity. But to get rid of it in such a short period of time, I have to thank my senior brother.

opened his mind and kept his heart clear. Let him firmly grasp the initial persistence, and in the face of multiple pressures, it will not change. Will the sea of blood show its edges?

"Impossible! You are only a pulse cultivator, how can you wake up so quickly?" the man said in surprise, "But, it's not over yet!"

A soft "poof" came from the depths of the blood mist, and Feng Luo frowned. The other party is going to work hard!

After experiencing the test of fear and sadness, Feng Luo seems to have changed little, and he has not paid a lot. The high level of mental tension made his muscles stiff all over his body. If you don't get rid of it quickly, it's really hard to say whether you can survive until the field disperses.

In the blood mist, gusts of wind blew again. The small red droplets in the mist no longer stick to the surface of the body, but burrow into the pores. The body becomes stiff and it is somewhat difficult to move.

Feng Luo runs the pulse qi to resist. It can only be slowed down slightly, but it cannot completely prevent the intrusion of the droplets. It feels very real, not hallucinatory.

"This is not the Blood Sea Realm, but a new technique!" Feng Luo said firmly.

The other party was a little surprised: "Hey, you can see it? The blood sea refining bones, with the endless use of the blood sea, can refine and destroy human bones! Enjoy it, maybe you can hold out until I die, I will wait for you on the road to hell!"

"There's one thing I don't understand. Feng Luo led the other party to speak, "According to the boundless power of the sea of blood, you will definitely be the guest of the Zhenguo General's seat, how can you be mixed in the land of death, and your nationality is unknown?"

There was silence, and the man did not speak immediately.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you, anyway, I'm going to die as a companion soon. The man lamented, "An elder of the sect offended the general and was wiped out. I was able to survive because I had not been in the first place, but I came to the land of death. ”

Everyone has a story, true or false. Feng Luo listened quietly, and the fluctuations of the other party's emotions made the mist ripple.

"In order not to make General Zhenguo suspicious, I concealed my strength, and the domain techniques of the sect were never used. I only want to stay quietly in the place of death and continue the incense of the sect!" the voice began to grieve and indignation, and the mist swirled.

"In that case, why don't you continue to hide this time?" Feng Luo asked puzzled.

"Because I've figured it out! Living without a name is no different from dying? When I die, the sect will still be destroyed! So, I'm going out and find someone to pass on the sect's techniques!" the man said angrily.

"Let's discuss, how about it?" Feng Luo made himself as sincere as possible, "Even if you kill me, you will die." The continuation of the sect's incense will be just empty talk. Why don't you let me help you. ”

"How can it help?" the man asked.

"Hehe, you teach me the technique, and I'll help you continue it. Feng Luo said, "Don't doubt it, as long as you let me go this time, I will definitely thank you for your kindness and do my best to carry forward your sect!"

The man took a few quick breaths and said, "Are you a fool for me? Everyone in the Land of Death is a loyal slave of the Zhenguo General. Even I only dare to hide a little thing, but I don't dare to do anything to hurt General Zhenguo. ”

His words are not wrong, the baptized people have deep-rooted loyalty to the general of Zhenguo. Even if in consciousness, I hope to resist the general, but when I really face it, I will be completely powerless to resist!

The squeeze of the blood mist became powerful again. Feng Luo didn't dare to breathe, for fear that it would make the blood droplets invade faster. He weighed it in his heart and decided to say it.

"Will everybody be an absolute general?" I can't see!" Feng Luo said leisurely.

"How is it possible? I've tried many times, but even if I know that he is the enemy who destroyed my sect, I don't dare to think about how to seek revenge on him. scolded in his heart, he felt a great sense ......of guilt, alas, "Maybe he was ashamed of his cowardice, he didn't say it."

"Swearing? That's not easy. Feng Luo laughed dumbly, "General Zhenguo is a bastard! Listen, I'll scold again, General Zhenguo is a green-headed turtle, and he can't die well!"

After scolding a few words, Feng Luo said, "Do you look at me like you feel guilty?" He was full of smiles and seemed to be scolding very well.

It was quiet again, but the chaos of the fog showed that the man's heart was by no means at peace. Moreover, Feng Luo felt that the pressure gradually decreased.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?" said the man's tone of disbelief, "what exactly did you do? Tell me quickly!"

Before Feng Luo could reply, he shouted sharply: "Impossible, you can't do it! You haven't been baptized, the general sent you! The general wants to get the technique, but he doesn't want me to live!"

The voice of the voice was intermittent, and the turbulence formed in the blood mist, impacting Feng Luo.

Feng Luo resisted with all his might, so that he would not fall again. He knew that if he fell again, he was afraid that death would not be far away.

By sound, he could roughly tell where the man was. But it wasn't enough, so he carefully observed the flow of the fog. Recall that the flow of the stream always changes direction due to external forces. The same principle should be contained in the flow of fog.

Over there!

Feng Luo quickly used his technique, and his heart was cold, and he threw it out of his hand and shot away. In the mist, a distinct trajectory appeared.

"Humph!" the painful **, followed by the sound of a man falling to the ground.

"You, ah, how did you do that?" said the man unexpectedly, "you won't die for a while, I've been, no longer able to control the realm. After a day, the realm dissipates, hehe, you are equivalent in it, after more than twenty days, can you live?"

The blood mist has not changed, which means that Feng Luo will not be invaded by the Blood Sea Bone Refining, but the Blood Sea is still endless. One day, it can be applied to Feng Luo, but it has become more than 20 days!

For more than 20 days, without eating or drinking, what chance do you have of surviving? Fengluo's top priority is to find a way to get out!

Fog?Feng Luo suddenly thought of the Misty Zone. To a certain extent, the two are similar. At the beginning, relying on the flight of the little lion, he passed through the misty area.

What will be the result if we break through from above? The more Feng Luo thought about it, the more feasible he felt.

The opponent has to rely on the formation to gather energy, and the objects are on the ground. It can't be placed in the sky, so there is no way to expand the realm to the sky.

Then, fly through the fog again!

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